My job sucks…

Ah, memories. SEMA memories. The things they FORCE me to do. Horrible things.

Ok, whatever…

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Back to the funGRIND…

So, it’s with excitement and eagerness that I get back to the world of fireball and see what’s goin’ on. I hope everyone is having a great holiday so far! What did you get? POST IT HERE, or send me a photo and I’ll stick it up! fireballtimride@aol.com

I got a number of really cool gifts from Kathie this year. A new Fireball Shirt (photo coming), some great books by Charles Haanel (yess, in the never ending search to improve myself) and a couple of huge surprises that I will be revealing soon. She also gave a me a scrapbook featuring my doggie, Bandit. Yes, I cried. But now, Bandit is running the beaches of heaven. Pooping wherever he wants. And round every corner is a new Chef with a new treat. Ahh, the life.

I gave Kathie some cool clothes that she wanted, exotic coffee and a few other doodads. But here big gift was a reverse of the big gift she gave me. Once again, to be revealed. Don’t ya love secrets?

But now that the gift giving is over, it’s my job is to see what Hollywood is doing next. My new FIREBALL SLATE is coming, but for now… I’ll be keeping you up to date on my activities. From FAST AND FURIOUS4 to INDY4 to FINAL DESTINATION4 to JUSTICE LEAGUE. I talk to all the Productions, so you’ll never know what’s coming. For now, just enjoy this…

INDY’S BACK…

Cheers to the little guy…

It’s not that I love small cars. It’s not that I like the fact that small cars dart and weave like go-karts. It’s not that I don’t have to carry a lot of crap. It’s that small cars are always considered the underdog.

I grew up as an underdog. Freckles. Glasses. Target on my chest. Getting picked on and cornered was a daily grind. Something about being different was what scared people. THEY wanted to be different too, but somehow, they were just them. The fact was, we were ALL different. Some accepted what they were earlier than others, some never got it. But, if you were different, you got hassled. So, … I took karate.

It made me feel better. Stronger. More confident. And trust me, with MY face, I needed all the help I could get. But being small stayed with me. To this day. I’m, say, 5’9″ or so. Medium frame. Freckles, glasses, modified target saying “Take your best shot and see what happens.” Not that I’m a badass or anything, in fact, I’m just the opposite. I learned to fight so I wouldn’t have to.

Small. It’s cool. But, seeing as how much I love cars… ANY cars, being small and powerful is a state of mind. Packs a large punch. Like a Habanero. A WaterBug in your pool.. ouch! A rubberband snapped to the inside of your armpit. Or,… a 500hp MINI. Or ANY small car for that matter.

Being small is where large things come from. Appreciate it. Even an Oak Tree was a seed.

Revel in your smallness. Even if you’re tall, YOUR seed was tiny, too.

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